“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered thickly, and she realized that her features were also resolving out of the darkness. She was growing hot from her arousal. Sweat sheened her upper lip and the valley between her breasts. He plunged into her, rocking her body, her breasts bobbing at the impact. She moaned, lost in the glory of the moment.
A beeping noise tickled the edge of her fevered awareness. Seth cursed and drew out of her. She gasped, his sudden loss like a slap to the face, it was so harsh and unexpected.
“Seth?” she asked, disoriented. He was clambering off the bed so fast, she thought she was hallucinating. She saw his large shadow fly across the room. He stood behind the edge of the blinds. She heard the distant sound of a car engine.
“What’s going on?” she hissed.
He didn’t reply. His form remained eerily still, adding to her bewilderment. A tiny bit more light seemed to enter the room. He peered into the crack he’d formed. For a brief second, she’d seen his profile perfectly. There was tension in every line of his tall body. His cock protruded between strong thighs, flagrant and huge. She blinked, her anxiety fracturing for a second at the erotic picture he made.
“Seth? Who is it?” she asked, starting to get up from the bed.
“Stay there,” he said. His voice was very quiet, but there was a thread of steel in it that made her pause and stay put. A doorbell rang, and Seth’s shadow disappeared. The beeping alarm silenced, and she realized he’d shut it off at the control panel on the wall next to the bed. “There’s a hundred-foot-security perimeter around this house. The beeping was an alert that someone had broken it,” he said quietly. Then he was touching her lower leg.
“Lie back,” he directed in a gruff voice. She followed his command, dazed. He came over her once again. In the distance, she heard someone start to knock on the front door.
“But . . . who is it?” she asked in a strangled voic
e. She felt him gently touch her slit and then his cock was entering her again. She groaned, her formal arousal leaping back to the surface of her consciousness.
“Sherona Legion. Well . . . Sherona Hathoway now that she’s married. A friend. It’s nothing to worry about,” he murmured as he resumed fucking her like they hadn’t been interrupted. “God, you feel good.”
“But . . . shouldn’t we answer the door?” she mumbled, her swirling confusion fading under the power of Seth’s possession.
“No. You aren’t in disguise, and I’m not presentable to the public at the moment,” he grated out. He thrust into her and circled his hips slightly, emphasizing his point while she was filled with him. Overfilled. Overwhelmed. She vividly recalled that compelling image of him standing at the edge of the curtains, his cock distended, heavy and glistening. Of course he couldn’t answer the front door to a guest in that condition.
He put his hands at the back of her thighs and rolled her hips back.
“Put your hands over your head, Gia. Now spread your legs nice and wide,” he directed darkly, coming up on his knees, his hands bracing his weight on the mattress.
She opened farther for him, her legs splayed, her feet suspended in the air. She felt totally open to him. Vulnerable. She whimpered in acute anticipation. He drove into her, his deep growl of pleasure thrilling her. Her world began to rock. All thoughts about the early morning visitor flew straight out of her head as she abandoned herself to pleasure. To Seth.
* * *
After their lovemaking, they rose in preparation to shower. Gia flipped on the bathroom light.
“Gia,” he said slowly, an edge to his tone. “Look at me.”
She turned to him, a question in her clear, shining eyes. His gaze moved over her. Her mussed, golden brown hair spilled sexily around her shoulders and back. A still semi-erect nipple poked coyly through some tendrils of hair, a pink, mouthwatering tease. Her breasts and cheeks were flushed. Her legs looked long and supple, making him recall all too well how strong they’d been squeezing him to her when he’d ridden her just now. Her naked labia were still swollen slightly and glistening from her recent arousal.
He felt his cock stir.
She looked fresh and yet decadently wanton at once. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was debauch her all over again. Would he ever get enough of her? He somehow doubted it.
He jerked his gaze off the arousing image of her newly shaved, flushed sex and grabbed his toiletry bag.
“I’ll shower in the other room,” he said.
“Oh . . . okay.”
He winced slightly when he heard the uncertainty in her tone. He gave her a small smile and glanced down significantly at his reanimating cock. “I think it’d be best,” he said simply before he kissed her mouth and left the room.
He finished showering before her.
“Coffee?” he asked when she entered the kitchen a while later.
“Yes, thank you.”
He paused in the action of pouring coffee into two mugs, his gaze moving over her appreciatively. She noticed his warm stare and smiled.